Chapter 2860: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times, the Family of Emperors with Little Affection (1)

In front of my eyes, there are multiple images, dim, blurry, and indistinguishable.

There is a strong bloody smell in the air, which is very pungent.

"Looks like I'm drowsy."

"It's been a few days, and I haven't said anything yet."

"The bones are quite hard, I don't know if I can hold it next."

Among them, the ruthless Dark Guard in black on the seventh day, holding a long sword in his hand, looked at the unconscious man with a blank expression, and finally spit out a sentence: "Put it back first."

Very indifferent, undisturbed.

There were so many voices in my ears, and then it seemed that the restraint was released.

Ranbai was taken back to the dungeon.

That's right.

This is a dungeon.

Ranbai is now alone in a cell, the air is damp and cold, looking out through the iron gate is an endless darkness, as if a sleeping beast is dormant in the dark end, and once it wakes up, it will tear people apart Get a piece of armor not to stay.

The girl was leaning against the corner, her eyes lowered, and her expression was unclear. The darkness surrounded her, her face was too pale, and there was no trace of blood.

He was only wearing a thin night-clothing suit, it was a dark black color, mixed with the blood, the blood had already dried up and condensed into a dark brown, which was inconspicuous, and there were large and small wounds all over his body. Injuries, any injuries.

Ranbai looked at this body expressionlessly.

As far as the current situation is concerned,

Terrible.

Except for the sword, everything else should be left by the criminal law.

There are still many bloody whip wounds on his body now, and there should be barbs on the whip, otherwise such wounds cannot be formed.

What is the identity of the original owner?

assassin?

Failed to be arrested, tortured?

The girl closed her eyes, stuck out the tip of her tongue and lightly licked her pale, chapped lips. She felt dizzy and heavy, as if she would pass out in the next second, but the burning pain all over her body was tormenting her nerves all the time. Why? Can't pass out either.

It's a bad start.

Dye Bai closed her eyes, her long black hair half covered her pale face, she couldn't see her expression, and darkness enveloped her. If she hadn't been breathing, she would have thought that such a calm and dead girl was not alive. people.

"Master, people are inside—"

half awake,

Ranbai heard the indifferent voice he heard before.

Her memory has always been excellent,

But in the blink of an eye, I could tell that this voice was the one who just said to take it down.

However, compared to the pure indifference just now, it is now a bit more respectful.

Ranbai was a little interested in the master he mentioned.

This is the secret prison of the third prince's mansion. The person who can enter here and is called the master...

That one is very likely.

It was the sound of the iron lock being opened with a clanging sound, which was particularly abrupt and harsh in the otherwise deadly dungeon.

But the dyeing was not affected at all, she closed her eyes and recharged her energy.

The original owner can't do anything with this body now, and she doesn't bother to waste her energy.

And in the prison cell,

The slender figure broke through the darkness, and walked at an unhurried pace. The boots embroidered with light gold patterns stepped on the ground neither lightly nor heavy, but did not make any sound, but in those steps, it seemed Walk on the apex of people's hearts.

He was wearing a black robe inlaid with gold patterns, with a dark belt around his waist, which outlined the thin waist of a man. The golden lines from light to dark rippled like flowing water, making him look deep and lazy.

Looking up, it is a face that is so beautiful that it is unspeakable. The facial features are deep and cold, and the curvature from the brow bone to the eyelashes is very confusing. Under the long eyelashes are a pair of narrow and long Danfeng eyes, but they are extremely sharp. Emotions and anger are hidden in those eyes, and there is a danger that cannot be seen through.

The bridge of the nose is high, the thin lips are pale, and a few dim light outlines the outline of his handsome and delicate profile. The torches on the wall in the dungeon emit the light of flame, flickering on and off, and it seems that a light and shadow flashes in his eyes. , but fell into darkness in a fleeting moment.

The young prince walked in carelessly, bowed his head on the seventh day, stood respectfully and fearfully at the entrance of the cell, did not dare to step further, just held a cold sword in his arms silently, guarding there, not allowed anyone's approach.

Such a scene and atmosphere,

But it never caused the girl whose life and death in the corner was unknown to make any movement.

"Tick, tick..." The tiny sound of blood falling became the only sound in the cell at the moment, gradually converging on the ground into shocking dark red blood.

The man stopped at a distance of one meter, and never took a half step forward. It seemed that he was a little disgusted with such an environment. He stood there condescendingly, and his temperament seemed light, noble and arrogant, and he was arrogant. Some indifference to evil.

The dignity and danger belonging to the superiors are vividly interpreted in him.

A character who looks like a fairy, has a face like a fairy, but is cold and cruel.

He glanced at the girl, his deep, dark eyes seemed to be staring at a cold object or a corpse, leaving no trace of turbulence in his eyes.

Mo Liyan could hear the steady and shallow breathing, which was a normal frequency.

"Not dead yet?"

This was the first sentence he said when he came here. The low magnetic voice overflowed from the thin lips, and it seemed to be smudged with traces of evil smile, but when I listened carefully, there was no smile at all. It was very pleasant. .

It sounds like a pity.

Mo Liyan just glanced at it casually, didn't care, squinted Ling Zhan's eyes slightly, and asked casually, as if asking a trivial thing: "Did you recruit?"

"Never." Chu Qi, who was guarding the door, held his sword and bowed his head slightly.

Mo Yue was silent for a few seconds, the curvature of Mo Liyan's thin lips deepened slightly, and lazily commented: "Not bad."

Unexplainable words.

Ranbai has been listening to these few words quietly and indifferently, and she does not think it is a compliment.

The girl opened her eyes slightly, the dark pupils were half hidden under the long eyelashes, and the pupils were extremely far-reaching, like splashing ink.

From her point of view, she could see the black boots with gold patterns on the floor of the cell, and the dangling hem. The cloud patterns on the top were layered on top of each other. It was very beautiful, and it seemed out of tune with the environment of this cell. Don't.

It is very particular about the existence of dignity.

"Continue the trial." After Mo Liyan said these words slowly, he turned around, and the ring pendant hanging from his waist rattled. The sound was cold and crisp in the dungeon. After that, it was dyed white. Hearing him indifferently add another sentence, the words seemed to be talking about a trivial toy, "Don't kill it."

"Yes." The seventh day responded immediately, he turned sideways, gave way to the exit, and respectfully waited for the master.

Mo Liyan just took three steps, but he suddenly stopped, as if thinking of something, he turned around slowly.